Quack

I remember being this little girl, who loved barbies and dolls, and liked to play house and make believe. There was this moment in my life when I specifically remember a thought I had: I dreaded the fall because my mom, my sister and I spent Saturday's at University of Oregon Duck football games. I was a little girlie girl who didn't want to spend my whole weekend at a sporting event. They were sometimes rainy and cold and they would take all day! I mean, really, 4 hours for one game?? Does that seem right?
With that being said, I don't think I ever complained about going to the games, it was always what we did as a family. It's not like I hated sports either, I played them myself but maybe my attention span didn't last 4 hours. At that time, there was so much space in the stadium with plenty of room to roam where I could entertain myself with toys and such and not pay attention to what was going on in the middle of the field.
It didn't take long for me to get hooked on the love of the game, and to get hooked on being a duck. Always and forever. I must have been 8 or 9 when that happened. Then the Rose Bowl. 94-95, Danny O'neil, Penn State, the Rose Bowl Parade, Rich Brooks, Chad Cota and Ricky Whittle and of course Kenny Wheaton (Been there, Done that, and Yes, I did just by the T-shirt titled "The Pick").
I have been a loyal and proud Duck ever since. I have been supportive in good times and in bad, ups and downs, disappointments and miracles. And I always stay until the end of each and every game.
Today is the day we know for a fact that we are going to the BCS National Championship. I am "O" so proud (no pun intended). We have been fighting for this for years and it has finally come. No matter what, I will always support the Ducks. I am just so happy we made it.
Thank you mom, for moving to Eugene, for being a season ticket holder for 20 years, and for taking me to the games. I can think of nothing else I would rather do on a fall day than to go to a Duck football game.